“You, of all people, should know. If you want me involved in the talk, you’ll need to bring it out here.” Lord Tyrrik snorted. Always dressed from head to toe in tight-fitting, liquid black, the Drae looked rumpled this morning. Being a creature of the night, I doubted he appreciated the early start, and it showed in his dark disheveled hair and the slow blink of his eyes. “Would you like me to ask the king to come outside to talk to you?” I arched a brow. “That’s what I said.” His lips curved into a smile as he dipped his head. “As you wish, Khosana. And . . . happy birthday.” “Yeah, yeah.” I
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